Loneliness

In the hush between two midnight sighs,

I hear the whisper of a world gone still—

A fading echo beneath empty skies,

A heart that beats because it always will.

The room is full, yet no one’s here,

Just shadows dancing with my fear;

I reach for warmth that never stays,

A ghost of love in hollow days.

The window stares with distant light,

Moon lays silver on my pain—

I ask the stars if I’m alright,

They shine, but never speak my name.

Every step sounds loud and slow,

Like truth I’m scared to finally know—

That loneliness is not a guest,

It lives inside my quiet chest.

Still I breathe, though no one sees,

Still I dream through broken ease;

And hope—small, trembling, soft,

Waits for dawn to lift me up.

©️ Debasish Das